December 1 • 2024
I don't know what to write about except this surprising thing. I remember the sensation clearly. The parachute was tacked to the ground on the hill overlooking Plainfield. All I had to do was lay down on top of the white cloth and let it lift me in the air. The way it lifted me in the air, floating, flying, me doing nothing at all but giving into the softness of it all. A puff of wind lifted me high, a large hand holding this small human.
Blue sky above me.
It lay me down on the ground, a green leaf landing on the grass.
My beloved brother was there.
I remember that too.
The miracle:
I didn't have to do anything to make it happen.
xo b
[There's a photo somewhere of that time in Vermont. I'll look for it]
